Author Archives: montecyril

If I am plucked away…: A poem 

(This, I should have my detractors know….I will never be intimidated or daunted!)  I couldn’t be bothered  if nothing ends with me…  when my life dissipates!  Do flowers ever cease?  Their fragrance in an eternal waltz,  never vaporising in a seamed vault,  and returning each spring!  A Phoenix can tell  even if he is made to fall   that he will live toContinue reading “If I am plucked away…: A poem “

On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem 

(Can you blame one for the occasional stumble and take down all one’s idealism for it?  You know my love has been transcendental, despite my failings of unmanifested lust to some others.   You know I have always been loyal to that metempyschosised love! I know that is my inherent Godhood!)  What do you call yourself, if you love  an axiom like yourContinue reading “On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem “

Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem 

(You know, there is more beauty in the conviction of not forgiving, than in the misconceived largesse of forgiving. You can see that evil becomes more flagrant with its condoning! Are the rampant institutions of civilisation guilty of absolving themselves? Evil always obtained its sustenance and power by manipulating both circumstance and evidence. Humanity always seems to empathise with the unworthy! Who can be blamed with all the propaganda abounding?)  YouContinue reading “Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem “

Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem 

Decadence of spirit is falling to the convenience of   matter. And you may discover that what you learnt in  those old tunics of past lifetimes, can never be reprobated!  And you may begin to conclude that conventional   education was an anomaly to garnering astute wisdom!  I pondered my youth over many books, called wise; and   very wiselyContinue reading “Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem “

I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem 

If my words could hang on a   clotheshorse, then, what would  my poetry be? Would it be an ode  to the sterile laundromat or a   lyric to dirty linen? I don’t even   wash my hands regularly (too often); I think it is  the guilty, who indulge in that pastime!  I, sometimes, feel like a beast bestowed  with belligerence. You know when too   much injusticeContinue reading “I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem “

Is all your vision in a fog?: A poem 

Do you all think that simplicity  is a simplification of existence;  and simple wisdom is politely  non-violent?! Do you think that  all this patience of simplicity is passive?  I remember grandmother simply,  patiently weaving those mats of   palm leaves and bamboo strips!  We slept on bare floors with few  paddings, because we were innocently  bare! Nakedness isContinue reading “Is all your vision in a fog?: A poem “

Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem 

Back in school – was I so brave?  Even as I remember counting  the strands of the universe  to recollect my past lives! Is bravery  acquired(?)… or does it need to be  remembered, retrieved from the   flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just  think this world is not conditioned  to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “

Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem 

Someday, I may percolate  like a distillation, into the   substance-quotient of a remarkable  chemical gravity! And then, I will  know that I am not merely residual,  but the entire process of transformation  Itself! This endlessness of it, being my   alchemy. And you can see at every  end, the Phoenix rises for a new  beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem “